I don't need words as much as words need me;
For I may live in silence. Not so words,
Which cannot survive in obscurity.
And oft words lose their true identity
From ill-use of vulgar mouths- blessed words,
Destroyed, defaced, banished to infamy.
O that good men could once again be gay,
Without all the confusion. Splendid word
That now must die of neglect- no more gay.
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